The Big Book of Poems

Growing Up

There isn't a word of a golden, joyous world,

For "coming-of'age", self-pity on their resilience of a humbling spirit,

A place where all you do is what you're told,

To never live your dreams when your light of imagination is still alit.

Your childhood is a chapter coming to an end, you open a new chapter to spread your wings.

Yet, something holds you back. It still wants you to remain in your Neverland

Where it brings you happines is a guarantee...but lets be honest. We will never grow up.

Not really. No one ever really grows up. We only supress our child-like natures because we are "immature" to the "grown ups".

Grown ups who were also forced to grow up. To go through the same things that we are now expected to do.

Like to:
Sit up straight
Be mature.
Never complain
Get a job.
Socialize but never speak.
You dont know better, so listen up!
Improve you looks, you're a slob, Not too much, then you become vain!
Mean what you say, end up having attitude.
Have fun, but never go out.
Give up childish games.... you dont need them anymore.

But alas all good things must come to an end.

We are reminded once again to grow up.

A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first book so I hope you enjoy it. Please vote, and comment, and I'm open for topics to make poems. (Word count :254)